A tiny little she-kit let out a feeble meow hunger clawing her belly and cold freezing her fur. The icy winds blasted her and chilled her to the bone. The snow swirled around her like icy claws tearing the life from her helpless form. An undieing current of cries emits from the beings mouth revealing a pink tongue. The cries slowly grew quieter as death gripped the tiny kitten, just minutes and she'd be gone. All life drained from her body and soon she'd be buried by snow never to have existed not even in the memory of the one who bore her.
How could something so tiny and helpless be sent to die like this. The answer was unknown for her mother was long lost in the icy flurries, swallowed by the storm. How could she survive in the chill of winter with snow building up every second, as if to bury her. While death awaited like a shadow ready to steal the soul from the body, to drain the life from its blood. There was only one easy way out, and that was death.